Bloom

Athena

I took off my clothes but couldn’t bring myself to drop my bra or panties. It’s not because I’m ashamed of my body. I bought new lingerie months ago but decided to save it for a special occasion.

When I dug the white lace bra and panties out of my dresser drawer this morning, I smiled. I hadn’t remembered that the bra had pink stitching or that it was so soft.

I put it on and twirled in a circle in front of my bathroom mirror. I liked how I looked from every angle. I know Liam will like it too.

I settle in on top of the covers. My back is pressed against the headboard. My legs are crossed at the ankles, and my stomach is doing double flips inside of me.

I want this. There’s no question about that.

Nervous energy is coursing through me in anticipation. The last time I was in bed with Liam, I came apart from sheer pleasure. I don’t know what’s going to happen once he’s inside me.

I feel like this is my first time all over again.

“Hey.”

I look up to find Liam at the doorway to his bedroom. The light from the hallway is illuminating him from behind.

He’s tall and broad and without any doubt, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.

He tugs the T-shirt he’s wearing over his head as he steps closer to me.

With his gaze pinned to me, he drops his jeans. I wait for the boxer briefs to follow, but he keeps them on.

Standing next to the bed, he rakes me over. His voice comes out low and filled with need. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I feel it. He makes me feel it.

The mattress dips when he drops a knee to it. I’m tempted to scoot over to give him room, but I don’t. I stay in place, anticipation ripping a path through me.

I’m already wet and needy.

His hand moves slowly over the blanket until it slides onto my knee. I shiver under the touch. His hand is warm. There’s comfort in the way he circles his index finger over my skin.

I close my eyes when his hand glides up my thigh.

“I need to make you come,” he rasps. “I haven’t stopped thinking about the last time you were here. Those sounds you made. The way you looked. Jesus, it was everything, lilac.”

Without another word, he slides off the bed and drops to his knees. His hands circle my calves. “Move here. I need you closer.”

I shuffle on the bed, trying not to let out a moan. I know what’s coming. I know I’ll be coming.

He takes over my movements, sliding me to the edge of the bed. With his hands on my thighs, he parts my legs.

When he drops his head and licks a long path over my panties, I shudder.

A scream catches in my throat the moment he tugs the lace aside, and his tongue glides along my cleft.

“You taste so good,” he growls. “So damn good.”

His words fall victim to the pounding desire inside of me. With my hands wrapped in the strands of his hair, I push myself against his mouth and ride his tongue to a climax that feels like it breaks me in two.

***

A word doesn’t exist to describe what I’m feeling right now.

Liam licked me until I settled after I came. With soft kisses on my inner thighs, he pulled my panties down my legs.